A Hidden Fire Page 10


“No, but you do need a bit of fun.  That’s why I’m interrupting my very busy drinking and eating regimen to come for a visit.”

“Has Caspar been tattling on me again?  Irritating child.  And I’m not getting in a mood.”

“Just the way your voice sounds right now tells me you’re already in one,” Carwyn lectured him all the way from his remote home in Northern Wales.  “I’m coming for a visit, and I’m bringing one of the dogs.  Lock your demon cat up.”

“I have a project going right now.”  He attempted to distract his friend as he stared at the flickering candle on his desk, repeatedly passing his fingers through its flame.  The fire leaned toward him, dancing in the still air of the library.  “And Caspar’s cat is not a demon.”

“The cat is yours; and you know it’s far more demonic than we are.  I’ll not have it sleeping on my head again.”

“It’s not like you can suffocate.”

“No, but I can get cat hair up my nose, which is not a pleasant way to wake up.  What’s your project?”

“Do you remember the job I did for that London banker about five years ago?” Giovanni lifted his fingers, pinching the air and drawing the candle flame upward.

“Not really, you know I find most of that dreadfully boring.”

“It was a Dante thing.”

“Oh yes, the Dante thing.  Not much, I remember you mentioning it, that’s all.”

“Mmmhmm.  There was an expert I heard rumors about—one of us.  He was young but sounded like he was worth tracking down.  In the end, I couldn’t find him.  Didn’t need him anyway, but a mutual acquaintance mentioned a Boccaccio manuscript he had.”  Giovanni let the flame grow to a foot tall before he began manipulating it to curve and twist before his eyes.

“How very fascin—”

“It was a rare copy.  Florentine.”

“Why is this interesting to me?”

“Because I think it was one of mine.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

“From your library?”

“Yes.”

“Who was he?”

“An American, turned in Italy around ten years ago while he was there working.  I looked for him, but he vanished quite admirably.”

“What does this have to do with your project?”

“I think I may have met the Dante expert’s daughter at the library where I’ve been doing that transcription for Tenzin.”

He would have chuckled at the sudden silence on the phone, but he was distracted by the perfect circle the flame formed.  It reminded him of the ancient symbol of a snake eating its tail.  It bent to his will, turning continuously in front of his eyes as he waited for Carwyn’s response.

“That’s quite a coincidence.”

“It would be, if either of us believed in coincidence,” he murmured as he let the flame unfurl and return to its home at the tip of the candle, shrinking until it was no larger than his fingertip.

“How would anyone newly sired have access to your library?  The rumors have swirled for years, but there’s been no actual proof.”

“Yet I am in Houston.  And if I’m correct, I met the daughter of an immortal who was rumored to have a book I haven’t seen for over five hundred years.”

“What do you think—”

“I don’t know what to think right now, Father.  I need more information.  I’ve already sent a letter to Livia.  As for the girl?  I’m proceeding as if it’s of no consequence at the moment.  She’s…interesting.”

“’Interesting’?  I can’t remember the last time—”

“Did you know daylight savings time started this week?  I’ll be able to visit the museum again.”

“Your phone manners are abysmal, Gio.  It’s not polite to interrupt someone, you know, even if you’re not in the same room.”

Giovanni smirked into the darkened room.  “I knew what you were going to say, and I didn’t want to talk about it.  They’re hosting a lecture next week at the museum about Dali, I—”

“What a fascinating subject change.  We’re going to forget about the daughter?”

He smiled at the priest’s interruption.  “For now, yes.  I see her every week at the library.  I even saw her last night.  So far, nothing leads me to believe she knows anything about our kind, which means her father, if he is the immortal I want, hasn’t been in contact.  So, there’s nothing to be done at the moment.  I need to investigate more.”

“Fine.  Let me know when the pieces move.”

Giovanni paused, staring into the turning flame in front of him.  “Maybe they won’t.  Maybe it is just a coincidence.”

Carwyn’s voice was soft when he replied, “Do you really believe that?”

“No.”

“Dr. Vecchio?” a familiar voice asked.  “What are you doing here?”

He turned, surprised to see Beatrice De Novo standing in front of a Leger painting in one of the contemporary rooms; an older woman standing next to her.  The young student’s typical uniform of black was broken by the deep red shirt she wore and demure black flats replaced her combat boots, as he thought of them.

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